One to Love. Michelle Monkou

stepped out of her house and closed the door. “I’ve got to take my grandmother to her car. Mind meeting me back at the office? We can chat there.” She shook his hand and continued on her path to the golf cart where Grace waited.

      He was handsome as all get-out, had a firm handshake and smelled like heaven. Having this man around would be tempting. If she didn’t stay on point, she’d do silly things like give him a second or third look. Because, that fast, she already connected to whatever wildly charged energy he exuded.

      Crazy. It was not happening, even if the electricity shot in one direction, from her to him.

      “Child, no need to kill me on the way to my car.”

      “Sorry.” Belinda didn’t realize that she pressed on the accelerator, jostling her grandmother in the process.

      “Trust me. He’s not going anywhere. He’ll be there after you drop me off. I don’t think he took his eyes off you once.”

      Belinda deliberately brushed off the remark. The strange ping of excitement blipped on her romantic radar. “Good seeing you, Grandma.”

      “Hmm. As I said, I’ll be back.”

      Belinda waited until her grandmother drove away before she made a U-turn back to the office and pushed down on the accelerator. One thought muscled past her body’s silly reactions to this stranger. How would she stay focused, with Jesse Santiago sabotaging her steely determination with such übersexy maleness?